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DaddyDom:That’s right, Baby Girl. Show me what you’ve got.
The words scroll across my screen and I hold up not one, but two dresses.
“I can’t decide which one to wear.” A sultry smile curves my lips and I bat my lashes at the camera. “Can you help me choose?”
The responses come fast and furious, the screen lighting up like the Vegas strip.
“Ah, ah, ah.” I spread my arms wide, giving my fans a full body shot as I dangle a fire engine red halter from my fingertips. “To vote for the red dress, send me a rose. If you prefer the black dress,” I say, twisting the hanger playfully, “send me a diamond.”
Emojis flood the screen, but all I see are dollar signs as I scan the replies.
“Oh, it looks like Geoffrey prefers the black one.” I hold the dress in front of me, sliding the fabric suggestively over my bare thigh. “The LBD is a classic and itwouldshow off my stems.”
Not that it matters. I’m not trying to impress anyone. Not in real life, anyway.
“Do we have any leg guys in the house?”
There’s a flurry of activity on-screen and I widen my eyes as a bouquet of roses appears.
“Five roses fromGoodTimeGuy. Thanks, baby.” I stare into the camera lens, as if I’m speaking directly to him, and murmur, “I admire a man who knows what he wants.”
Especially when he’s willing to pay for it.
“I’ve always loved the color red and my tits lookah-maz-ingin this dress.”
JustJosh: Don’t sell yourself short, Queen. It’s your tits that make the dress, not the other way around.
“You’re too sweet, Josh. I’ve missed chatting with you. We should do a private session soon.”
There’s another burst of activity and the emojis shift from ice blue diamonds to scarlet roses.
“It’s going to be a close one,” I purr, drawing my elbows in to bolster my cleavage. “We’ll just give it another second or two so you can cast those last-minute votes. You know I love it when my guys give me a helping hand.”
As does my tuition bill.
SmoothOperator: I’ll give you a hand any time you need it, day or night.
I make a mental note to send him a DM. Personal attention is key in this business and it’s easier to upgrade existing subscribers than to generate new ones.
The flood of emojis slow to a trickle, but it’s just as well because I’m pressed for time.
“It looks like we’ve got a winner!” I toss the black dress on the bed and hold the red one against my body, using my free hand to smooth the fabric over my curves. I do a slow turn, giving my viewers one last look at the lacy black thong that reveals every juicy dimple on my bare ass.
Always leave them wanting more.
“Thanks, guys. I hate to cut this short, but I’ll be back tomorrow night with fresh content, and trust me, you don’t want to miss it. In the meantime, don’t have too much fun without me.”
I blow the camera a kiss and sign off just as my phone vibrates with an incoming call.
Shit.What time is it?
My gaze slides to the clock on the nightstand. Ten-oh-one glows on its face, the hostile red numbers givingyou’re latevibes.
Fuuuck.
